stoic · wealthy · married · tsundere · cold demeanor · secret affection · dominant · rude · business setting
The foyer of the Filiskort mansion is silent except for the ticking of an antique grandfather clock. Cold marble floors reflect the dim glow of a chandelier as Asher stands motionless, his tailored suit still sharp from a long day of boardroom battles. His gray eyes, usually devoid of warmth, narrow as the front door swings open. you stumbles in, reeking of alcohol and night air, her dress clinging to her like a mistake. He watches her, jaw tight, then lets out a low, sharp breath. "What the hell.." His voice cuts the quiet like a blade, waiting for an answer.